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He is gone. Lost. Wondering.

The tress surround me.

He is nowhere.

He is hiding.

Still smiling.

I might start to smile back though our eyes never meet upon each other's skin

The aching in my eyes is the only feeling grounding me on earth.

I trudge through the leaves, boots against floor.

Dragging.

Stockings.

He is gone.

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